I appreciated my boyfriend’s love and the sincere desire for dark fantasies. Ever since we got together, he kept mentioning a particular illusion that stood out to me. We have always been into fucking sluts up and making them our little helpless victims. There is something about a damsel in distress that turns us on. I started bartending downtown, and there was another bartender that worked with me. Holly was her name. Holy was an Oklahoma native living in the big city away from family and friends. My boyfriend would pick me up and see her. I could tell he liked what he was seeing and I did too, and that’s when I realized she would make the perfect fuck doll for us. We wanted desperately the perfect blonde that looked the part. We both tried to use her and fuck her till she has no life left in her. We needed the perfect opportunity. I overheard her, and it fell right into my lap. She was upset about not being back in Tulsa for the holidays. Poor Holy had nowhere to go. My light bulb turned on. I invited her over for a Friendsgiving. She was elated. The day came, and she arrived for our fun torture fest. We handed her a drink and started to come on to her. The alcohol was strong she let us do what we wanted. We thought we could spare her pretty little life as long as she was an obedient slut. We kept her in a secluded room and began to snuff her out. We weren’t going to be too easy on her now.
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